Weathered

By M. Jay Mansfield

The Fire, the Ice, the Rain....
I weathered all the storms..
but none could wash away the pain...
Of watching you walk out that door.....

How quickly it does change...
this house my home .....
The joy becomes my tomb...

and I weathered all your storms.....
I cried with every thing that’s torn....
your face cemented in my site.....
I’m weather beaten , scorned....
despised though no one knows....
how many battered nights I’ve had....
how many fresh unhealing scabs...
no one knows, how damaged is my soul....

The Fire, the Ice, the Rain....
I weathered all the storms..
but none could wash away the pain...
Of watching you walk out that door.....

How I must enjoy the pain....
after all this time....
I’d die just to have it all again....
after all this time.....
I’d do it all again....
just to see you.....
feel your smile..

I’d do it all again.....
Buried in my spine is this lust for all your rage....
deep in my soul throbs that part that lacks all control...
the want to be touched stronger than self preservation....

Safe am I inside this shell....
yet I crawl out into the storm.....
I’d rather take this whipping wind....
than the silence of my hell....

The Fire, the Ice, the Rain....
I weathered all the storms..
but none could wash away the pain...
Of watching you walk out that door.....